Kathy did not like surprises, especially on Monday mornings. But, there she was- a new pupil in her eighth grade civics class. “As you may have noticed, we have a new student joining us today.” She acknowledged the pretty red haired girl sitting center front. “And since I was not previously notified, she can stand and tell us her name.” As the girl stood Kathy noticed her beautiful deep blue eyes.
“I’m K D, but everyone calls me angel.”
“Hey angel, show us your wings” mocked the class clown. After shushing the
giggles Kathy said, “Since that name seems to have an undesirable effect, let’s call you Katy? And I am Mrs. Melborn.”

The remainder of first period went well, until she asked if anyone had questions about issues they had discussed.
“I do.” Katy raised her hand.
“What is your personal view on abortion, Mrs. Melborn?”
Stunned, Kathy was at a loss for words. How dare this child challenge her- putting her on the spot like this? “I believe we must all abide by the laws of …” Saved by the bell, students rushed the door. Katy lingered.
“Mrs. Melborn? May I come to visit you this evening? Please?” Katy pleaded. Shocked again, Kathy searched for any reason to say no, but could not. Her husband was out of town and she would be alone.
“I need to talk to you. It’s very important.” As if reading Kathy’s mind she added,
“I know how to get there.”
Puzzled, she wondered how this girl knew where Kathy lives. Looking into Katy’s blue eyes mysteriously removed the uneasiness. “Ok, six o’clock.”

At six the door bell rang. “Come in, Katy. Lemonade?” Kathy asked and noticed no car outside. She must live close by. “No thank you. I don’t have much time, and I must tell you something.” Katy said, turning away from some framed family photographs.
“What is it Katy?”
“My name isn’t Katy. It’s K D, for Kaitlynn Dianne. Kathy’s face lost its cheeriness and bewilderment replaced her smile. Kaitlynn paused briefly. “I should have been born thirteen years ago- on Mothers Day.”
“Should have? What are you trying to say?”
“I went home, to live with Jesus, before I was born.”
Kathy’s confusion intensified. Suddenly realization hit. “You mean... aborted, don’t you?”
“Yes mommy.”
“This is crazy, insane. Why are you doing this? This sick joke isn’t funny. I’m calling…” enraged her arms flailed in the air.
Kaitlynn gently touched Kathy’s hand. Instantly she knew everything this girl had said was true.

“Momm…?”
“Yes- you’re my mommy. I’m your little girl. Jesus told me all about you. Daddy tells me things, too.”
“Daddy? You mean… David is there… with you… in… heaven?” Kaitlynn’s father died in an auto accident a few days after Kathy discovered she was pregnant.
“Yes, but listen I have to tell you something.” Kaitlynn pressed. “Jesus let me come back. I had to beg and beg. He finally said yes, I could be your little angel, but only for one day. I have to leave soon. Mommy, I’m going to have a little brother.”
“What? What?” Confusion returned.
“You don’t know it yet. No one does- except some of us in Heaven. Mommy, I love you so much and I know I’ll be just crazy about my brother, but…, I think you need him more than I do. Besides, I have millions of other children to play with.” Kathy sobbed.
“Mommy, please keep him. Along with God, he can help heal hurts deep inside that you don’t even remember you have.” Sobbing became weeping.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” Weeping became a downpour.
“Don’t be sorry, mommy. I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re worried about. It did hurt for a while, but then Jesus was there and all the pain went away. I love being with Him and The Father and everyone there. I love you, too, mommy.” For a moment silence filled the room. To Kathy it seemed an eternity.

“Mommy?”
“Yes Kaitlynn?”
“Can… can I hug you- before I go?” she said shyly, head lowered. “I just want to know what it feels like, so I can remember it always.”
“Yes, oh yes.” They hugged tightly for a long, long time. “May I have a drink now, mommy?” Kaitlynn asked.
“Yes, dear Kaitlynn. Of course, anything you want.” When she returned Kaitlynn had gone. Kathy fell to her knees crying, “Jesus, oh Jesus forgive me. Please forgive me.”
He did.

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